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London, 8:00 p.m.

A tall man with a fur collar and a fox fur hat came out of No. 10 Downing Street. Not far to his left and right, he was followed by several tall, dignified men, watching the surrounding movement vigilantly. .

Facing the cold wind, the man walked quickly to Westminster Abbey. Among the crowds coming and going, he saw a man in a black coat walk out of the door and quickly went up to him.

"Victor." The man approached and called out.

"Brother, are you here? Mom and Dad are inside." Victor greeted Brighton, the chief of MI[-], and the two walked side by side and stopped on the side of the road.

"I just came out from Prime Minister May and gave her a detailed report on the process of crushing the terrorist attack plot of the SSS terrorist organization in three places. She appreciated your deeds of cracking the clues of the terrorist attack. Let me represent her and the people of London to you Thank you. This time, London took the lead in obtaining information on the terrorists of the SSS organization and notified the other two cities in time. The terrorists in Los Angeles were arrested just an hour ago, and the terrorists in Sydney have been wiped out. Look, everyone is safe Going in and out of the church safely at night, having peace and happiness is actually hard-won." Brighton looked at the men, women and children passing by, expressing his heartfelt emotion.

"I'm most worried about Sydney. The information is not comprehensive and time is tight. It seems that the Sydney police have handled the crisis very efficiently. I am really relieved." Victor smiled.

"Sydney's action of smashing terrorists this time cannot be attributed to the police." Brighton said, took out two cigarettes, and handed Victor one. Victor took out a lighter and lit it for his brother I lit a cigarette with myself, and two red dots flickered in the cold wind.

"Whose credit is that?" Victor asked.

"Do you remember Vincent and Henry?"

"European gambling king and his deaf-mute lover? Of course, no one in the European gambling industry has surpassed his reputation in these years. There are not many people who can be called my opponents, and Vincent is one. Why mention them? Could it be that what happened in Sydney has anything to do with them?"

"Yes. Before the terrorists were about to drive the bomb vehicle to St. Mary's Cathedral, Vincent and Henry snatched the bomb vehicle, drove it to the seaside and detonated it."

"Are they all right?"

"Both are safe! Hehe, the Sydney police are still looking for the 'woman' who drove the bomb truck." Brighton laughed.

"Brother, you really have a long-term vision. You made great efforts to save him at the beginning, but now it has shown its value." Victor praised.

"Hey, I can't take credit casually." Brighton took a deep puff on his cigarette: "Back then, MI[-] rescued Vincent because we had a deal with him, and the secrets he held were worth anything in exchange. "

"With you, everything is a transaction! However, the original clues of this horrific case are still related to the materials he left behind. Sirui's underground capital chain is extremely complicated, and behind it is a huge ash/ /□□Internet, I searched through dozens of lines, and accidentally discovered the fund account of the terrorist organization SSS. Recently, I found out about this terrorist organization after monitoring abnormal fund changes in London, Sydney and Los Angeles. Assault plot." Victor said, he took his last puff of cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on his shoes and spun around, stamping out the fire.

"Valuable people will always reflect their value in various ways! Victor, Prime Minister May will visit the United States next month to meet with the new President Trump. One of the most important items on the agenda is combating terrorist activities. At that time, The United States and the United Kingdom will reach an agreement to send special operations teams to the headquarters of the SSS to go undercover to find out its organizational structure, carry out internal divisions and leader assassination operations, and cooperate with military strikes to completely destroy this terrorist organization." Brighton also threw his hands. cigarette butts.

"Huh?" Victor's eyes flashed with excitement.

"This task is very complicated and dangerous. The British side chooses and chooses, and I hope you can lead the team. If you want, you can start to form a team and select people within the scope of the allied countries. After the two heads of state meet, they will formally Start the plan."

Victor meditated for a while, without directly answering his brother's words, he asked:

"Brother, I remember that Henry didn't know about Vincent's fake death. How could they be together this time?"

"Henry, the third-generation grandson of the Bronte family, reunited with Vincent, who is now named Aymo Roberts, at the World Economic Forum in Sydney this year, and left his wife and business for him to go to Sydney." Brighton replied.

"More than 8 years have passed, and Henry is still so decisive!" Victor sighed.

"True love can always break through the barriers of time and distance." Brighton looked at an elderly couple who appeared at the gate of the church, and said, "Mom and Dad have come out. Their life is full of ups and downs, but they are also very happy!"

"Brother, I decided to go, there must be a top hacker in the team." Victor said.

"Well, take your time. Spend time with Mom and Dad tonight!" Brighton went up to his parents.

……

Steven's yacht was walking along the coastline of Australia. As soon as he reached the coast with a signal, Steven eagerly announced the news of his engagement to his relatives and friends, and took a photo with Aymo and sent it to everyone.

Steven used Aimo's mailbox to send an email to Wilbur, telling him the news of the engagement.He thought that if Wilbur knew that Aimo would never have anything to do with Nicole, Nicole should not be in danger of life.

The happiest person who received the news was his father, Mario.Mario saw Aimo in the photo, whose temperament was a bit like the dead Vincent, and he was sure that his son had found a new happiness.His wife, Mrs. Bronte, was also very satisfied, and quickly forgot her sympathy for her ex-daughter-in-law Millie. Aimo's family background and own strength matched the Bronte family. In her eyes, this was the economic tentacles of the Bronte family. extension again.

Tiffany was a little disappointed when she received Steven's email, but she quickly adjusted her mood and sincerely wished him and the president. After all, Steven never gave her hope, and she was even secretly proud that she and the president fell in love with each other. The same person shows that he really has a vision for people.

Soon, Steven received congratulatory replies from all his relatives and friends.

Although Aimo didn't send messages to his friends, Wilbur and Tiffany spread the news about them, and one after another, Aimo's good friends sent congratulatory letters.Aina seemed very happy in the congratulatory letter, but Christina was particularly disappointed in the congratulatory letter. She wished Aimo a permanent farewell and left Sydney for South Africa.

On the evening of New Year's Eve, they returned to Sydney.

The yacht stopped at Rose Bay, and Aina was already waiting on the shore. Steven and Aimo each dragged a box to disembark. A faint blush, walking beside Steven, showing a bit of indescribable tenderness.There was a sorrow in her heart. It turned out that every flower only reveals its fragrance for its own love.

Aina came forward, took Steven's arm affectionately, walked behind Aimo, and said softly: "Steven, thank you, finally there is someone who can take care of Aimo, I don't have to worry about him anymore gone."

"Aina, I should thank you! The time you helped me make an appointment with him was the most important start for us." Steven said gratefully.

"You're welcome, I'm also very happy to be able to accomplish something beautiful. Mr. and Mrs. Smith are on vacation recently, are you hungry? Put your luggage away, and I'll invite you to a Chinese restaurant for a reunion." Aina said.

Aymo heard it, turned around and said, "Aina, no need, I'll make dinner."

"What will you...do?" Aina thought she had heard wrong.

"He can do everything, and his level exceeds that of a Michelin chef." Steven rushed to answer.

"Him?" Aina didn't quite believe what Steven said. She had never seen Aimo enter the kitchen in these years, so she said, "I'll help you."

"Thank you, Aina, but that's my business." Steven said.

"You...what do you mean? Just after getting engaged, you have divided the housework?" Aina asked jokingly.

Steven made a face at Aina.

Approaching the villa, a gorgeously dressed woman stood outside the guardrail. Seeing her, Steven's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Aimo guiltily. That was his ex-wife Millie.

"Millie, why are you here?" Steven greeted her.

Seeing Aina holding Steven's arm affectionately, Millie's face changed suddenly. She rushed over, "slapped", slapped Aina, and said angrily, "So it's you!"

Steven put down the box, grabbed Millie, and apologized repeatedly to the aggrieved Aina: "I'm sorry, Aina, I'm sorry!"

Aina smiled helplessly.

Millie wanted to shake off Steven's hand, but Steven held her tightly and said angrily, "Millie, you misunderstood."

"Misunderstanding? Haha, what is the misunderstanding? Didn't you abandon me and come to Australia to be with her? I heard that they are already engaged!"

Aymo walked in front and didn't look at Millie all the time. He didn't put down the suitcase until he entered the guardrail door, turned around, and put on a gentle smile on his face: "Ma'am, are you looking for me?"

Aymo stood on the lawn five steps away from the three of them.

Millie turned her head and glared at him, still glaring at Aina.

"Ma'am, your ex-husband is now my fiancé." Aymo continued.

After hearing this, Millie turned to the man who spoke in surprise: "Aymo Roberts?"

Steven let go of Millie's arm, walked into the fence, stood on Aymo's right side, took his hand, and said, "Millie, I'm engaged, he's my fiancé—Aymo Roberts, who was The lady you misunderstood is our good friend Aina Jones. Two, my ex-wife, Ms. Millie Rossini."

"Ms. Rossini, please have a cup of coffee at home. My fiancé and I welcome you as our guest." Aymo issued the invitation calmly.

Millie stood there in shock. She suddenly remembered that at the reception of the World Economic Forum, Steven had a chat with Aymo alone. Steven looked at him very strangely, and it has been strange ever since. of.

A burst of great despair came to my heart. The ex-husband had only known this person for a few months before leaving behind his childhood sweetheart, who had been married for eight years, and came to Australia to get engaged to him.It was him who made Steven dizzy and betrayed himself!Seeing her ex-husband gently holding the weak man's hand, Millie's long-depressed emotions suddenly broke out. She took out a pistol//gun from her bag, aimed it at Aymo's chest, and pulled the trigger.

There was a "bang" gunshot, and bullets spewed out from the muzzle at high speed.

Five steps away!Steven had no other choice. When he saw Millie dunking the gun, he pushed Aimo aside with all his strength. He felt his chest heat up, and a mass of bright red burst out from the right side of his rib cage.

When Millie pulled the trigger, Aina slapped Millie's arm in panic, and when she saw Steven lying on the grass, she let out a scream.

Seeing her ex-husband hit, Millie slipped the gun from her hand and stood there dumbfounded.

Aimo quickly took off his T-shirt, tightly clutched Steven's bleeding ribs, and shouted, "Aina, call an ambulance!"

Aina was dumbfounded by the fright, she stood with a pale face, and didn't respond in a daze.

"Aina, call an ambulance!" Aymo roared.

Aina finally heard it. She took out her phone in a panic and dropped it on the ground. She bent down to pick it up, called the emergency number tremblingly, and stammered several times before explaining the address clearly. .

Then, she called the police.

Steven's face was pale, his eyes looked at his ex-wife, and he said intermittently: "Millie, I owe you... hope, this gun... can pay you back!"

Then, he turned to Aymo, and with both hands laboriously touched the back of Aymo's hand, which was holding his wound, and Aymo pressed against his cheek, smiling and looking at him affectionately.

"Vincent, please don't...kill her...promise me!"

Aymo nodded and replied softly: "Baby, I promise you, stop talking!"

"No... I still have something to say... I'm afraid I won't have the chance to say it in the future... Vincent... I owe you a marriage... I will pay you back in the next life!" Steven's voice gradually weakened.

"No!" Aymo shook his head, still smiling, and whispered softly to him, "Listen, Henry, don't owe me, we're going to have a wedding, and we're raising four kids, and you've got to take care of them all. To become a decathlon, and//teach him to be a computer expert!"

The crimson blood soaked Aimo's T-shirt, spilled from the fingers, and stained the two folded hands red.

"Vincent...leave you alone...in this...world...sorry...take care of...our...child...I...love you!"

Aimo's face gradually blurred, and the boundless darkness overwhelmed the sky, Steven lost consciousness, and slowly closed his eyes.